Washington, D.C.
On the Potomac River lies a small island called Theodore Roosevelt.
The island is strictly sealed off by the government, off-limits to ordinary civilians.
Yet, from the shore, one can clearly see a grand, multi-story building standing on the island.
This is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.—the Triskelion.
Though the night is deep, the building remains brightly lit.
Tens of thousands of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are bustling about, collecting and processing intelligence from around the globe, handling a flood of dangerous incidents daily.
In the director's office, Nick Fury is seated, signing critical documents.
Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door.
With a mountain of files before him, he doesn't look up. "Come in!"
Phil Coulson steps inside, his tone tinged with excitement. "Director, our informant reports that two of Jason's operatives have appeared in the slums, engaging in a firefight with the Mexican gang."
Nick Fury pauses his work, looks up, and asks, "Where's Jason?"
Coulson, slightly disappointed, replies, "No sign of Jason. He… might not be there."
Nick Fury's expression remains unchanged as he presses, "Who are the two fighting the Mexican gang?"
Coulson opens a file and says, "One's named David Nord, a former mercenary in the Middle East for three years, with pinpoint accuracy. The other is Harleen Quinzel, a former specialist hired by Long Island Prison in New York. She's the one who helped Jason escape."
"It's them…"
Nick Fury snaps his pen cap shut, frowning slightly.
Two ordinary people without superpowers, daring to storm the Mexican gang's headquarters—a death wish?
Was Jason's confidence bordering on recklessness, especially sending Harleen?
Based on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s psychological and behavioral analysis of Jason, they'd concluded that he and Harleen were in a romantic relationship.
Given Jason's personality, he'd never let his girlfriend face danger alone.
Nick Fury pauses, analyzing. "Those two are likely conducting live-fire training. To ensure Harleen's safety, Jason is probably lurking nearby."
Coulson asks, "What if Jason's bold enough to let them carry out the mission alone?"
Nick Fury replies calmly, "Then we take them both out."
He picks up the phone on his desk and dials the airbase. "The Joker's people have surfaced. Deploy two F-22s immediately!"
Hanging up, Nick Fury stands, checks his gear, and heads with Coulson to the outdoor helipad.
A fully armed special ops team is on standby in a helicopter.
Once Nick Fury and Coulson are seated, the chopper lifts off, heading for New York.
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Queens, New York.
The firefight in the slums raged for about twenty minutes. Harley and David have gone in and out seven times, wiping out nearly 300 gunmen holed up in several buildings.
The cramped corridors are littered with bodies, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
David and Harley, drenched in blood, lean against a wall to rest.
The intense battle has left them exhausted. Their weapons and ammo are depleted, their body armor is shredded, and both are wounded, though fortunately not fatally.
Harley presses the button on her communicator, panting. "Honey, we did it. The Mexican gang's gunmen are down."
On a nearby high-rise rooftop, Jason sits on the edge, cool wind blowing past.
Before him, a transparent screen flickers.
[ Ding! Ally 'Harley Quinn' has killed 137 gang members, earning 13,700 villain points. Current progress: 26,270/15,000 ]
[ Ding! Congratulations, host has reached level 16, earning 10 attribute points. Current progress: 11,270/16,000 ]
[ Ding! Ally 'David' has killed 159 gang members, earning 15,900 villain points. Current progress: 27,170/16,000 ]
[ Ding! Congratulations, host has reached level 17, earning 10 attribute points. Current progress: 11,170/17,000 ]
[ Level: 17 (11,170/17,000) ]
[ Strength: 73 → 73 ]
[ Agility: 60 → 60 ]
[ Endurance: 60 → 60 ]
[ Intelligence: 60 → 60 ]
[ Remaining Attribute Points: 30 ]
[ Reputation: 86,440 → 90,234 ]
[ Allies: David, Christine… (Reputation required for next recruitment: 100,000) ]
[ Points: 9,850 ]
[ Rechargeable Points: 0 ]
[ Abilities: Combat Mastery (Level 10), Driving Mastery (Level 3), Firearms Mastery (Level 10), Melee Weapons Mastery (Level 2), 'Energy Absorption' (Level 1) ]
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Jason flashes a satisfied smile, praising, "I saw it all. You both did great."
Harley asks, "We're at Guzman's office door now. The old dog's cornered. How do you want to handle him?"
Jason thinks for a moment. "Since he's an old dog, let him keep dogs' company."
Harley gets his meaning instantly. "Got it. You can start the car now. We'll be back soon."
With that, they pick up random guns from the ground and head toward the top floor.
…
In the office, the Mexican gang's last dozen gunmen clutch their automatic rifles, nervously eyeing the door.
Their leader, Guzman, sits at his desk, frantically dialing the mayor's number, his earlier calm and composure gone.
No matter how many times he tries, the call goes unanswered.
"Shit! Damn Americans!"
Furious, Guzman slams the phone down, smashing it to pieces.
At that moment, the office door is kicked open.
The jittery gunmen, startled, reflexively open fire.
"Ahhh!!! Die!!!"
They scream, venting their panic.
A figure at the door flashes by.
The next second, the white walls are riddled with bullet holes, plaster peeling off.
Outside, David and Harley hide in a blind spot.
Without body armor, rushing in would turn them into sieves.
"What now?" Harley asks.
"Watch me."
David, the battle-hardened veteran, steps back, calculates the angle between the wall and door, pulls out his last fragmentation grenade, and hurls it at the wall.
The grenade hits, bouncing into the office.
The gunmen look down at the sound, spotting a grenade with its pin already pulled.
Their faces freeze in shock, bodies too slow to react as the grenade explodes, sending hundreds of steel pellets flying in all directions.
In an instant, the dozen gunmen are either blasted away or pierced by shrapnel, collapsing with screams.
After the explosion, David drops to the floor, slides into the office almost flat against the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots ring out.
The last few gunmen still able to fight are taken out by him.
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